Loud, rhythmic, intense music shook the basement of the five-story apartment building. The spacious basement held close to two hundred students as they danced, jumped, and acted completely wild to the deejay and the music blaring from six-foot tall speakers scattered all around. Dim lights and pulsating white, red, and green strobe lights cast eerie shadows and images all around. As students stomped the floor and their feet into oblivion, the small makeshift bar was packed with patrons drinking, drinking, and drinking – mostly beer, some had harder mixed drinks. By the entrance stood the Law – two of the local campus security officers (who also are auxiliary state troopers) and the deputy of Haverlton (since this party was funded by his son and his crony friends). They didn't bother the students at the bar or on the dance floor; they just wanted this party to end and the kids to make it home safe without wrecking the town (or the campus).
A 5'8, lean build black kid with small glasses danced his way around the basement since he arrived at 11 pm. Now approaching 12:30 am, he had not danced with any females, but worked up a sweat dancing to the various songs. Looking down, he regretted wearing his good dark slacks and royal blue long sleeve shirt; both had stains on them (sweat, beer) and his new casual shoes were scuffed badly. Being a freshman, he did not know how intense parties on campus were – not many freshmen do. Straining his eyes he saw other freshmen (he remembered from his orientation classes) barely in the strobe light gloom. Inching his way toward the bar, the pace of the music changed again sending those around him into the frenzy of reggae music.
The frenzied pace of the words and beat sent the dancers into another level of passion. Males hunted like wolves for females to gyrate and grind upon; females answering the "mating" call by swiveling their hips in every direction at once. All around the freshman, people were coupling to share in a fervent display of energy (sexual mostly).
Making his way a little faster towards the bar, the freshman was stopped in his tracks. A female – about his height, lean build, skin a caramel shade in the gloom, short black hair, and surprisingly alert hazel eyes – stood in front of him blocking his way. Clad in a dark, tight tank top and low-rise jeans, the look she gave him was one of animalistic lust coupled with a heightened level of intoxication; the freshman knew what she wanted.
Before he could do move, her hands shot out and gripped his hips like a vice. Shockingly strong hands held him as her hips suddenly began assaulting his in fast, hungry grinds. Tensing up mightily, the grinds increased intensity and pace as she drew within a couple of inches of his face. Her eyes searched his looking… for approval, for fear, for something. The young man's mind raced staring back at her nervous and tense. As the song changed and the beat somehow quickened, stirrings deep in his mind awoke - those same stirrings whenever he was got aroused. A slight jerk forward in the opposite motion as his uninvited dance partner was the result.
A devilish, predatory smile escaped the young woman's lips as she increased her gyrations against his hips and pelvic area. Mind racing, he answered her with his own grinds wrapping his arms around her lower back. Reggae songs increased in rhythm and pace, their dancing increased in hungry sexual energy. His eyes closed, the freshman enjoyed the ride immensely, his now rock hard and bulging crotch invading the front of the female (her legs farther apart and bent allowing more of his bulging pants to rub against her). Her slight sighs and groans drowned out by the music and words, her grips tightens with every song to his back and sides. His hands began roaming and rubbing her back pushing her against him more and more… their dancing were mirrored by so many others around the basement it resembled some clothed orgy. An atmosphere of energy so thick it prickled hairs on necks, the dancing continued as the deejay spun his records frantically keeping pace with his "followers."
For over forty minutes reggae music roared from the speakers vibrating the floor, hearts, and souls. The freshman and his dance partner continued their sexually charged dancing; they changed positions during a switch in songs so now she was bending forward a little grinding and pushing her ass back against his bulging raging crotch. His hands, now with a mind of their own, rubbed under her shirt, her small but plentiful breasts and nipples sending shivers and spiking shudders down her spine. Her moans increased in intensity, but were never heard as the music kept attacking their essence with its vivacious rhythms and pulse.
When the change in music occurred, many in the crowd did not pay attention to it. It took a moment for the freshman and his partner to understand – his hands were separated rubbing just insider her jeans and breasts as she kept grinding her ass against him hard and fast – but when the voice of the popular southern rap artist blared in its staccato tempo, their rhythm slowed and became erratic. Standing straight again, she slowly pulled the man's hands from her and away from her. A slight groan of dispute escaped his lips as he felt her ass push away from his enraged crotch.
He didn't know he had his eyes closed the whole time until he saw the young lady's face inches in front of his. Her smile wasn't as yearning as earlier; she looked content (but still had that glassy drunk tint). His returning smile turned to a little anxious gasping as she leaned in and softly kissed him. Their lips embraced sending sparks through his body; 40 minutes of freak dancing and he kept himself from shooting his wad into his pants. As her lips touched his, though, he felt a few droplets of pre-cum escape sending a shiver up his spine to his brain. A soft moan came from him causing the female to pull away slowly smiling. Grabbing his crotch and giving it a strong squeeze (causing another shiver, moan and more pre-cum to leak out) she turned then made her way into the thick crowd. A few breaths to recover and he was following her….
Until he lost her in the mass of humanity that was now doing a frenetic, though less sexually charged dance. Slightly disappointed, he made his way to his original destination – the bar.
For him, the rest of the party did not seem as passionate as those forty minutes with his mystery dancer. One reason was after the reggae music, the deejay played all popular songs and styles that didn't appeal to him. The second was that he was on his fourth glass of "punch" at the bar was feeling calm and loose. Though the cops were there and discouraged underage drinking, they were reluctant to test the punch for alcohol. The punch did have alcohol in it… a mixture of vodka, rum, schnapps, and whisky (someone's twisted idea). The fruity twang of cranberry, raspberry, and fruit punch helped to mainly disguise the smell, yet the test was still tart. However, the young man didn't care; he wanted his mind to relax (as well as his crotch).
3 am the cops made their way through the thinning crowd to stop the music and send everyone home. Leaving the heat and humidity of the basement to the cool night surprised him partly sober. Laughing, he saw his roommate staggering with a female in tow toward his car. He met them at the silver colored four-door car still laughing.
"What da fuck soooo funny Reedie boy?" Drawled his roommate fumbling to get his car keys.
Still laughing, Reed replied, "Nuthing Alex. Just wondering why the cool air didn't sober your ass up. Hi there Marla," he said waving exaggeratedly towards the tall brunette holding up Alex.
Finally getting his keys, Alex handed them to Marla who opened the driver-side door and got in. Reed joined her in the front as Alex laid out on the back seats sighing and laughing.
"Sooooo Newbie, like your first party?"
Scowling at the nickname freshmen had here at Haverlawn, Reed replied, "Pretty much. That damn 'punch' is just that… a fucking punch in the mouth!" Alex's loud laughing filled the car along with Marla's giggling laugh. "The deejay was ok-"
"Did you dance with anyone?"
Reed was about to answer when he hesitated. He was about to say no until he remembered her…
